SadisticExcess

I watched the fear roll across her face as she backed into the corner of the room. I could taste her pulse on my tongue, a rapidly beating thing, and I wanted more of it. She was trapped, captured. I waited for her to run, but she simply held her palms out, as if to hold me off, before she sank down, her back against the wall, and huddled into a ball.

Her eyes were staring at me over the fold of her arms, as I pulled off the jacket and tossed it onto the bed. She missed nothing, I could feel her glossy stare burrowing into my skin. When I turned, she gasped and caught sight of the holster which kept my gun neatly tucked beneath my arm. She shook her head rapidly and I arched a brow.

‘Afraid?’

She stopped moving at my question. Her eyes followed me, but more accurately, followed the gun as I walked past her and sat on the edge of the bed. I leaned forward and pulled the 9-mm from its holster, moving it from one hand to the other. I removed the magazine and ran my fingers over the two bullets showing at the top before shoving the clip back in. I watched her jump at the noise, and smiled as I pulled the slide and heard the click as a bullet slid into the chamber. My eyes fell upon her, dead as winter.

‘Close your eyes.’

I could hear her swallow and see the wave of fear that choked her before she acquiesced. I wasn’t sure if she knew that tears had began to fall from the closed curtain of her lashes. I walked to her and crouched. When my hand touched the side of her face, she jerked, but when the cold metal of the gun kissed her cheek, she sobbed out violently, ‘Oh god.’

I moved the gun along her cheek and my other hand slipped under her chin, tilting it upward. Her body began to rack with sobs and when I spoke, they suspended for a briefest of moments. ‘Open your mouth.’

A low sound of alarm escaped her, a warring between fighting me and fighting herself. She seemed suspended, frozen and I lowered my voice until it came out in a warm, seductive tone. ‘Open your mouth, pet. Take it in. Be my good little girl.’

Her eyelids fluttered and she seemed to calm before parting her lips slightly. I pressed the barrel of the gun in just a fraction. My voice was still low, almost a whisper, buttery soft. ‘Good girl, that’s it.’

The barrel slid just a fraction more across her tongue, her body shaking violently as she countered her instinct. Her throat jerked and her lips closed over the tip and I wondered if she were going to be ill. Still, my voice continued in her ear, ‘Suck, pet. Suck on it like you would my cock.’

Her eyes opened and narrowed. I saw the spark of rebellion finally find her. I shoved the gun further in and it quieted as her fear took over again. Her cheeks hollowed as she began to draw on the metal. I could feel the moist escape of her breath, make out each measure of stolen air. I pulled the gun from her mouth and smiled as she opened her eyes. I pointed the gun towards the floor and there was a soft click as I slid the safety into place.

I read the confusion as it passed over her eyes and a soft laugh escaped me. Anger began to settle into her face as the fear waned. I stood and walked over to my dresser, placing the weapon there before removing the leather holster. I glanced over my shoulder and saw her slowly rising out of the corner. ‘You never…were going to do anything?’

I shrugged out of my oxford shirt and tossed it over the club chair to my left. ‘No. I’m quite partial to you.’

She seemed to process my answer for a moment and took a step towards me. Her eyes searched mine, her own were still puffy, glossy. ‘You…you were so angry.’

‘It was an illusion.’

Her hands settled on her hips. ‘So, you lied to me.’

I smirked and stared at her. ‘You think me capable of murder. Which is worse?’

[I’ll state the obvious and say to those out there…that no one should ever play with a loaded gun.]